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Post by Littleflower on Feb 5, 2018 12:14:42 GMT -5
(two cats, 2 rabbits, 3 hamsters, nothing especially exciting XD)
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 5, 2018 12:36:59 GMT -5
{Morning guys.}
Squirrelheart saw anger and confusion flash through her leaders eyes and hurt. "Milkstar," She began, "I am with you that we should keep this from the clan, but we cannot deny that our ancestors are trying to tell us something." She laid her tail on his shoulder as she sensed him doubt his ability as a leader. "The clan will thrive, no matter what these 'daydreams' are."
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Post by Morticat on Feb 5, 2018 12:43:53 GMT -5
» F e a t h e r k i t • C a m p S p l a s h k i t / G a l e k i t / W o l f k i t / L i o n c l a w
The white kit looked gratefully at his sister for her optimism. It wasn't usual for her to be the one picking him up out of a bad mood, but Featherkit appreciated it. "Do you think we can sneak up on one of the warriors?" he asked, a familiar mischievous smile forming. Meeting his father could wait until another day - they had all the time in the world now - the warriors in camp were now the target of interest. "I heard that Lionclaw always has a tick on his ear and that's why he's so cranky," Featherkit whispered to the three kits in his adventurous patrol. "Maybe we can scare the tick off his ear!" he suggested. Dappledblossom had pointed out a few of their clan-mates before from inside the nursery, and the long haired, powerful looking tom-cat wasn't hard to remember and single out.
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Post by Littleflower on Feb 5, 2018 12:53:36 GMT -5
Splashkit’s subsequent expression could have been regarded as less then certain, looking to her brother she said nothing for a moment her little tail twitching from left to right before at last deciding on what she was going to say next. “I’m not going to be the one who explains it to mama when he takes your pelt to line his nest,” she promised him firmly as she followed her larger brother in the direction of the warriors den.
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Post by Morticat on Feb 5, 2018 16:52:33 GMT -5
» M i l k s t a r • C a m p S q u i r r e l h e a r t / D a p p l e d b l o s s o m
Milkstar gave the medicine cat a hard look, "Our ancestors are confused. WillowClan has been safe for countless in this territory, despite our few enemies in the forest and sicknesses, nothing like these daydreams has ever happened," his tail-tip flicked with frustration, not at Squirrelheart specifically but at the entire situation. Milkstar wished had never brought up his visions; they would only cause more trouble than good. "I know what's best for my clan," he thought, "and what's best is we protect and care for each-other as we always do - no more and no less. We are safe".
Padding out from the medicine cat den, Milkstar felt no more relieved than when he had went in but at least he had a plan, which was for the moment, to forget. His kits which had seemed so delighted to meet him now had other plans, clearly dissuaded by his rejection earlier. Suddenly a light turned on his in head which reminded him of something so crucial he felt mousebrained for letting it slip his memory, "I need to find our next deputy," the thought, scanning the camp for his kits and eyeing the nursery, though he soon dropped his gaze to his paws. "I'll have to face Dappledblossom," he closed his eyes and grounded himself, trying to collect some strength to make his paws move towards the nursery. As he started padding towards the nursery he felt himself drawn to fleeing back to his own den but he forced himself to quicken his pace and practically stomp into the nursery. "Hello?" he called in.
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Post by Sierra on Feb 5, 2018 17:18:45 GMT -5
• Sparrowpelt • Elder • Clearing •Cloudheart // ashfeather Having exited from the nursery by this time, Sparrowpelt looked for things to do. His bones and muscle felt a little stiff, and the sun was much too bright, to his dislike. Sparrowpelt was well know to be picky of the weather. Despite the blinding sun, Sparrowpelt could make a out a shape across the camp. There was a cat walking around the elder's den, and on closer inspection, Sparrowpelt found himself staring at Cloudheart. The younger cat seemed to be just enjoying himself, and Sparrowpelt could respect that. There was no better thing to do as an elder. He was in fact rather glad to see the fellow elder. The two cats got along well - it might stem from being confined in the elder's den together for so long. "Cloudheart," He exclaimed with greeting, as he got closer. "How have you been? I missed you this morning, when Milkstar came by."
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Post by Littleflower on Feb 5, 2018 17:31:24 GMT -5
At the sound of pawsteps by the nursery, Dappledblossom left the now sleeping Emberkit's side and approached the entrance with a twitch of her ears. "Oh," she seemed genuinely surprised that he had even remembered the way after days by herself. She had to bite back the cold look which she was at first tempted to regard him with as she settled beside the entrance with a sigh. Keeping one of her ears perked towards the sleeping kit, and one eye on the clearing as she kept a wandering eye for signs of her other kits, no doubt making mischief amongst the clearing. "Is something wrong?"
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 5, 2018 17:36:30 GMT -5
[ Hello all!^^ ]
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Post by Morticat on Feb 5, 2018 17:39:40 GMT -5
{ Hey ashfeather ! I posted something towards Kestrelkit on the previous page. }
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 5, 2018 17:41:14 GMT -5
[ Yep, I saw it! Just getting to replying to everyone now, might be a bit poofy though. ]
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 5, 2018 18:07:48 GMT -5
Squirrelheart shook her head in anxiety. Slightly disappointed at her leaders disbelief and denial. We need to get to the bottom of this not acting like mouse brains. She thought to herself. She was about to say something when he left the medicine cats den. "I understand where he is coming from, but why does he have to be such a mouse brain?" She mumbled to herself, quickly looking around to make sure no one had overheard her comment about Milkstar.
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Post by ᴘᴏʟʏᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ on Feb 5, 2018 18:35:58 GMT -5
[ hello everyone (: ]
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 5, 2018 18:39:04 GMT -5
{Yo.}
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Post by ᴘᴏʟʏᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ on Feb 5, 2018 18:48:53 GMT -5
[ how's your day been? Squirellfire ]
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Feb 5, 2018 18:51:27 GMT -5
Wolfkit
Featherkit's apology was surprising to him; the tabby kit hadn't expected the other, more stuck up tom to apologize for his biting words. "It's okay," the kit muttered as he twitched an ear awkwardly. He assumed that the white kit must be feeling upset over his father's negligence; there was no explanation for his sudden self-reflection other wise. Wolfkit glanced to Splashkit, quietly appreciating her attempt to comfort her sibling.
He trailed after them as they made their way to the warrior's den, intent on keeping an eye on them like he had promised their mother he would. If they did something to bother any cat in the camp, he was ready to apologize on their behalf. The kit glanced back to the nursery as he trotted behind his den-mates, curiously watching Milkstar and Dappledblossom. Wolfkit wondered if they were looking for their kits, who were all bouncing towards more trouble.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 5, 2018 18:56:10 GMT -5
{Been good, but super busy. Other then that... good.}
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Post by ᴘᴏʟʏᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ on Feb 5, 2018 19:08:54 GMT -5
[ that's good! not the busy part though lol. I know how you feel tho, I've been loaded with work to do and it's stressin me out ]
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 5, 2018 19:22:29 GMT -5
EAGLESTRIKE | Camp | Fogpaw
Eaglestrike's whiskers twitched in amusement, but he said nothing more about the poor leaf. He could see Fogpaw's enthusiasm about leaving the camp today - the ground beneath him was already bearing the brunt of his excitement - and he was grateful that he had such an energetic apprentice; it meant that he didn't have to drag Fogpaw out of his nest every morning, and was able to convince him more easily to do boring apprentice duties if it meant he was able to have training after he finished.
"I was thinking we might do a bit of battle training today." Eaglestrike said to the young tom, turning as he did so to walk out of camp. He gestured with his tail for his apprentice to follow him, before he started padding towards the entrance. He figured he could put Fogpaw's energy to good use in training today, seeing as several patrols had already left camp.
(ᴘᴏʟʏᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ)
KESTRELKIT | The Nursery | Fawnsong, Foxkit
Kestrelkit screwed up her face slightly; why hadn't anyone woken her up? She was always up for exploring, even if it meant a little trouble along the way. She loved spending time with her foster family here in the nursery, but her paws itched to walk and run and explore! She wondered why Foxkit hadn't tagged along - she couldn't stay with her mother forever. "Why didn't you go with them?" she asked Foxkit, speaking her mind. She had noticed that her brother, Wolfkit, was nowhere to be seen either. Lucky! He must have gone too! she thought, frustrated that she hadn't been awake to join the fun.
Kestrelkit was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice the large, white tom that stepped into the nursery. Her eyes widened in shock when she registered his presence though; this was Milkstar, leader of Willowclan! She had only seen him a handful of times around camp, but she had no doubt it was him. Rather intimidated by him, she let out a small squeak and rushed into Fawnsong's nest, huddling with Foxkit in the warmth of her mother's fur.
(Morticat, 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗)
CLOUDHEART | Clearing | Sparrowpelt
Cloudheart lifted his head as someone called out his name, taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light before his gaze settlied upon his fellow denmate, Sparrowpelt. "Ah, Sparrowpelt," he said in greeting, smiling at the older tom, "Apart from the stiffness in my legs, I feel rather good. The sun is gorgeous today." He liked the warmth, or at least, he preferred it to the cold. It had proven to be a lot better for his legs; the cold tended to cause them to ache more. He knew Sparrowpelt wouldn't be a fan of the weather today though, he had spent enough time with the tom to know as much. "How have you been?" he asked back.
(Sierra)
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Feb 5, 2018 19:39:19 GMT -5
Fawnsong
In response to her daughter's worried mew, the queen shook her head. "I don't have to leave until you and your siblings become apprentices," she purred before giving the small kit another lick. Fawnsong watched the two kit's exchange with a fond look, a mother's love filling her heart. Milkstar's loud, rumbling arrival caused her ears to perk, and she glanced over to the entrance of the nursery.
Fawnsong moved her tail to allow Kestrelkit to tumble into the nest next to Foxkit, and the tabby she-cat then curled her tail around the two kits protectively. "It's okay," she murmured in a soothing voice as she leaned towards her oldest kit and pressed her nose reassuringly to the top of her head before doing the same for Foxkit.
ashfeather ; Morticat
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Post by ᴘᴏʟʏᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ on Feb 5, 2018 19:52:55 GMT -5
Fogpaw | Camp | with Eaglestrike
The young tom's tail began to twitch with excitement as he heard the term 'battle training.' Finally, I can't wait to learn how to fight like a true warrior. His whiskers moved left and right as he pointed his nose up in the air, and he quickly bounded after his mentor. His large paws made a small thump as they hit the earth below him, but once he finally caught up to Eaglestrike he began to almost prance next to him.
"Will any other apprentices be with us today?" The curious apprentice couldn't help but ask. Fogpaw loved practicing battling with the other cats his age, as for it was a lot more of an equal competition; he didn't always get to playfight with his brother due to their difference in size.
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Post by Morticat on Feb 5, 2018 21:35:11 GMT -5
{ ᴘᴏʟʏᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ - In case you didn't see, the kits are on their way to ambush Lionclaw! }
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Post by Littleflower on Feb 5, 2018 21:38:36 GMT -5
(hope you don’t mind dappled being a little annoyed with Milk by the way morti)
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Post by Morticat on Feb 5, 2018 22:08:47 GMT -5
» M i l k s t a r • N u r s e r y D a p p l e d b l o s s o m / E m b e r k i t
He offered a meek smile to his mate and leaned over to gently touch her ear with his nose before drawing back away and casting a look over towards the nest. It appeared to be empty and the tom figured they were out meeting their clan-mates still. "Nothing is wrong," Milkstar spoke to her in an even tone, giving nothing away. "I see all of the kits are out-" he paused, suddenly noticing a stirring tiny body in the dimly lit den. "-oh, except that one," he nodded towards the kit with almost identical markings to her mother. Milkstar stared at the kit, realizing that he had no idea what its name was, and that even more embarrassingly, he couldn't quite recall which one he had named Featherkit, after his own mother. "Do you think it would be alright if I took that one out for a quick look around camp?" He asked Dappledblossom hesitantly, half expecting her to rip his ears off at the suggestion.
» F e a t h e r k i t • C a m p S p l a s h k i t / G a l e k i t / W o l f k i t / L i o n c l a w
"He can't touch me!" Featherkit exclaimed loudly, his whiskers twitching with amusement at Splashkit's comment, "I'm Milkstar's kit!" He pointed out boastfully, his tail back to waving above the ground and his paws tumbling ahead of him, barely able to keep up with the speed he was attempting. Featherkit's eyes lit up as he got closer to the big, rather intimidating tom-cat and with little grace, his tiny white body flew through the air and snagged onto Lionclaw's pelt and he made an effort to climb the warrior's side like a tree and to hopefully land square on his back. "Surprise!" squeaked the kit.
» F o x k i t • N u r s e r y F a w n s o n g / K e s t r e l k i t
"Why would I?" Foxkit asked with genuine curiosity, squinting her eyes as if trying to find the answer somewhere in her mind. "It's nice in here with Fawnsong. I bet Galekit and Wolfkit have already gotten themselves into trouble with the elders or gotten lost out there in the forest," Foxkit spoke with such confidence in her words that one would almost believe that the events really had already taken place and that there should be a search party. The she-kit yawned, exposing her rough pink tongue pressing back against barely protruding teeth. Foxkit purred and smiled at Fawnsong, "Really?" she chirped, "and then we can hunt and patrol together, always!" she said as she stretched out comfortably against her mother, now not so small, she could take up the entire space next to her belly.
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Post by Morticat on Feb 5, 2018 22:09:04 GMT -5
{ That would make sense Littleflower! (: }
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Post by Littleflower on Feb 5, 2018 22:18:10 GMT -5
“I wondered if you’d forgotten the way to the nursery,” she told him humourlessly. “It’s a fortunate thing the apprentices of your proud clan are attentive or I might have starved.” Part of her very tempted to demonstrate that the wrath of the stars was petty compared to the fury of a mother, the queen twitched an ear in what could have very nearly been described as amusement. “That one?”she repeated, humour to her tone in spite of the annoyance to how she carried herself in that moment. Watching Emberkit with a sniff, “She might be the only one left to like you after what you said to the others,” a mother’s ears were all hearing and she had not been impressed.
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Post by Littleflower on Feb 5, 2018 22:25:06 GMT -5
Flinching at her brothers actions, more elegance to have been evident in a badger then the older tom, she skittered after him coming to a stop beside Lionclaw, a thousand apologetic words on her tongue instantly.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Feb 5, 2018 22:39:43 GMT -5
» OOC || . ||
» GALEKIT | CAMP | FEATHERKIT, SPLASHKIT, WOLFKIT, LIONCLAW ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ Galekit hung back, his black tail flicking in frustration. He wanted to join in with the fun, but his desires conflicted with his reason. While he did not aspire to look like a fool, he was more worried about Lionclaw hating him and the other kits. Still hurt over Milkstar's remarks, the thought did little to kindle a flame out of his dying hopes. He didn't feel unwanted, but more unimportant. He wished he could be important to someone, anybody really. The last thing he wanted was to irritate Lionclaw, but his eyes were glued to Featherkit clambering over the warrior's pelt. He sure looks like he's having fun, the kit thought grumpily. I want to have some fun too and not feel like this worthless fluffball of kit. His eagerness to enjoy life won over and soon enough, Galekit too was scrambling over Lionclaw's body, trying to reach his ears. He was sure he appeared silly, but he didn't care. He was having fun.
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Feb 5, 2018 22:47:45 GMT -5
The dark tabby she-cat silently watched the two quarreling mates from her nest, unaware of what had transpired to make Dappledblossom as upset as she was. Perhaps I'll talk to her later, Fawnsong mused. The two queens had grown close during their time in the nursery; and the already-empathetic Fawnsong wanted to be sure that her friend was doing alright.
Hearing her kit's small purr, Fawnsong glanced back down at the bundle of grey fur and let out a rolling purr in response. "Of course," the tabby mewed with a small smile of her own. "I'll always be watching over you, but you'll be too busy learning how to become a great warrior to always be hunting and patrolling with me." Foxkit's enthusiasm warmed her, and she touched her nose to the kit's ear. Fawnsong wondered where Twistedfoot was and what he was doing, hoping that the medicine cat was just as proud of their kits as her.
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Feb 5, 2018 22:54:17 GMT -5
Shock in his eyes, Wolfkit watched as Featherkit launched himself onto one of the warriors' back. He had stumbled over his own paws in order to keep pace with the streaking bundle of white fur, though wasn't fast enough to stop him. His ears pinned back in apprehension of the trouble that was going to ensure, Wolfkit let out an exasperated sigh. "Featherkit!" he complained, a rare showcase of emotion on the kit's expression. "Just 'cause you're Milkstar's son, doesn't mean you're not gonna get scolded!" he puffed out his cheeks in a huff. The little white tom was always getting into some sort of mischief, and even though they were about the same age, Wolfkit felt a million moons older trying to keep up with him.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 5, 2018 22:57:04 GMT -5
Falconcry exited the warriors den and looked around the camp. He nodded to himself in pride, seeing the clan flourish was amazing. "Oh, it's beautiful seeing the clan so full of life." he commented to no one in particular. "New kits, well fed queens and elders. And apprentices learning the warrior code so that they can defend the clan in future moons. What could any cat ask more?" He glanced around, looking to joke around with someone.
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